#im thinking of more things too like how he snaps at water from a house

[lordtonic]

some things

-cropped little tail

-has a few rodeo belts, some for actual riding and others for showing stock

-his spit game crazy, he also squirts water from the chip in his tooth

-his prized pony is a horse with dog features, like u know those pictures of what if horses had canine teeth, that!!

-old country supremacy, this fuck hates Luke Bryant, Bruke and Dunn forever

-he doesn't like the way a saddle rubs him so he rides saddless

-he grew up a sheep herder so he rallies herds by jumping on them and having his horse back them up

-HAIRY for his size, double treasure trail back and front, his back of hair line is almost like a mane tail

-he can eat meat raw I think, but he prefers it heavily seasoned under a smoker with like, a lil bottle u know cheers

-he'll jump on you and won't let go

-likes pest chasing, gets a rat to get out of the ground and just chases it, big ol dirt puff behind him

-does not have a fear of heights, when he is being moody goes to the highest place, probably a silo just to mope

sweating as I hold up herder who doesn't even have an appearance yet because I'm a bum

mmmmmmm

Farm boy

[lunicho]

wandering thoughts - han taesan

- synopsis: taesan can't help but get distracted while on holiday with your family. all he wants is to be under your gaze. (2.1k words)

- warnings: subby taesan, gn reader, brief nipple play, y/n and taesan almost get caught, handjob, reader calls taesan kitty like twice (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: first fic omgg, i'm rlly rusty with writing so pls be nice 💔. i don't normally call taesan by his real name but my mind works weird so i have to write fics with his real name idk why, anyways hope you enjoy!!

“dongmin you have to let go!” your voice was muffled because your boyfriend had his arm around you, pushing your face into him. he'd been holding you in place for so long, not wanting to be left behind. “i need to shower!!” after a little bit of a struggle, you somehow managed to twist out of his grasp. 

your eyes were squinted as you adjusted to being in the light again, but you moved to your drawer to grab your clothes. “i'll just go with you then.” he sat up as well, moving himself to the end of your bed. 

“no, you already know that you can't. i won't be that long, you big baby.” you laughed when you saw his expression, a slight pout placed on his lips. he continued to watch your every move, eyes following you as you moved around your room. 

you turned your body towards him, a deadpan expression coming across your face. “baby, seriously im not gonna disappear the second your eyes leave me, relax.” dongmin threw his body back on the bed, sighing at how badly he wanted your attention. 

“i'll be back, i promise.” you grabbed the remote from behind him, placing a kiss on his pouty lips simultaneously, “find a movie or something while im gone.” you dropped the remote in his lap, quickly leaving the room before he could protest any further. 

this was the first time dongmin was visiting with your family for an extended period of time. you've brought him to get togethers and other family events but he's never stayed at your parents house or any of your family's house for that matter. the day was awesome, everyone was getting along well and you had a lot of fun, especially since you hadn't been to your parents house in a little while. he hated that his mind strayed like it did all day, the only thing he was able to focus on was you. 

his mind wandered again as he tried to pick a movie, all he could think about was you in the shower. how the water would run down your body, the way your sweet scented shower gel would lather on your chest, and how you'd stand wordlessly in the warmth, enjoying the way the water heated up your joints. he bit his lip at the thought, trying to snap himself out of it by scrolling through more movies. he could feel himself getting hard already, just the thought of your naked body could drive him to insanity. dongmin eventually landed on one, sighing as his pants suddenly felt way too tight. 

he got up to change into pajamas, hurriedly removing his pants. he palmed himself over his underwear once his jeans were off, eyebrows furrowed with frustration. a small pool of precum leaked through his black boxers, the sight making him harder. he thought about quickly getting himself off but ultimately decided against it, not wanting to disobey you. 

you caught his attention a little bit later by opening your bedroom door, entering the room in your cozy pajamas. you threw your dirty clothes into the basket by the door, smiling at your boyfriend lovingly, “do you wanna go take a shower?” you grabbed your lotion and sat on the bed, rubbing down your arms and legs. dongmin shook his head, “no, i took one right before i came.” he lifted the blanket off of himself a little to show that he had already changed into pajamas. 

you nodded and turned your back to dongmin, looking at the tv, “ooh you picked a good movie, you can start it.” he pressed play, the tv faintly playing sound. you normally keep the volume fairly since you usually watch tv late into the night. 

you could hear dongmin moving around behind you, the way the bed slightly shook also giving it away. the bed dipped below you a bit when he got closer, you could almost feel heat radiating off of him. his hands rested on your shoulders and he brought his face down to yours, placing kisses on your face and shoulders. he briefly smelled the nape of your neck, the freshly sprayed perfume and body oil made a heavenly mixture on your skin. you tilted your head, allowing him more access, “seriously what has gotten into you today?” you put the lotion down with a smile on your face, moving onto the bed and cuddling into your boyfriend. 

“don't know, just love you.” you now had your back to the tv, the two of you facing each other as you cuddled up. “well, love me from over there.” you said jokingly, trying to move out of his grasp again, hands pushing him away. you both laughed but dongmin's grasp on you remained firm. he lowered you onto your back, placing his lips on yours. a quiet whimper fell from his lips, showing how desperate he was for your touch. 

“you know,” you pulled away from the kiss, sitting up on your elbow, your free hand moving down his torso, “you could just tell me when you're needy like this..” you brush your hand along his hardened length, confirming your suspicions. 

he sucked in a breath, reacting to the way you grasped him gently, fingers gripping the bed sheets. his big eyes gazed into yours, his lip caught between his teeth. he breathed out a whimper when your hand moved away from him. “keep quiet, don't want my family hearing you..” 

you sat up on your knees, the long forgotten movie still playing behind you two. you moved the blanket down his body, allowing yourself to fully see. “why should i help you right now? maybe i should just leave you like this as a punishment for being so dirty.” you were only teasing but the desperate head shaking that came from the boy below you made you smile. 

“please.. i need you so bad..” his volume was low, desperation leaking from every word. he ran his hand through his hair, his thighs pressing together slightly. 

“i can't believe you right now..” you genuinely were a little shocked, dongmin isn't usually the type that's not able to control himself but he'd just been extra needy today. he'd been keeping a hushed but flirty tone with you all day, leaning down to your ear each time. when you'd be alone with him he'd kiss you quickly, pressing his lips against you as much as he could. 

“please y/n..” he shut his eyes tight, a slight wave of embarrassment washing over him. he brought his hands up to his face, slightly covering it. he's always so shy during sex but he was so so cute. 

“aww it's okay baby, i'm sorry for teasing you so much.” with one hand you pulled his hands away from his face, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip. he pushed his lips against the pad of your finger, his lips parting slightly. with your other hand you gently palmed him over his pants. your voice was hushed as you spoke, not wanting anyone to hear, “gonna take care of you okay?” he nodded, eyes desperate. 

you pulled the tied drawstring of his pajama pants, quietly asking him to pull them down. you ran a finger up the length of his shaft, watching as he shivered under you. his precum made his tip slick as you thumbed his throbbing slit. 

you reached for the lotion you used earlier, squeezing some into your hand, finally slowly pumping his length. small needy noises spilled from the boys lips. you caressed his cheek gently, heart melting when he unconsciously leaned into your touch, just like a little kitten. “you've gotta keep quiet kitty.” with that you swiftly stuck two fingers into his mouth and he immediately started sucking on them. 

he breathed out heavily, one of his hands holding onto your arm as a way to brace himself. you adored this boy, continuing to pump his length at a steady pace. 

dongmin couldn't sit still, his thighs tensed and released repeatedly as a tight ball for formed in his stomach. his hips rolled in small circles, eyes staring up at you once again. he moaned around your fingers, one of his hands moving to go around your waist. 

you couldn't help but whisper, “such a pretty kitty..” your voice sounding slightly awestruck. times like this just swole your heart up, filling you with warmth. you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, moving your hand under his shirt to toy with his nipples. 

his nipples weren't that sensitive but they still got him reacting a bit. they hardened as soon as you touched them, hands brushing across them playfully. 

you focused your hand on the tip of his cock, repeatedly brushing over it. his hips slightly stuttered, pushing away from your grasp out of sensitivity. this got his orgasm building up even faster than before. 

he was so close to finishing, so so close but there was a knock at your door. dongmin's hips stilled, a mortified expression crossing his face. “y/n?” your hand slowed down on his length, his body tense in your grasp. you continued to play with the head of his cock as you answered, knowing your mom wouldn't open the door, “yes mom?” dongmin accidentally whimpered at the feeling of your hand slightly tightening on his length, his noise almost being too loud.

without second thought you slapped a hand over his mouth. he breathed out heavily from his nose, the air blowing against the back if your hand. the adrenaline of the situation caused his cock to twitch. he shut his eyes tightly, suddenly getting the urge to fuck your fist and make himself cum. 

“are you guys hungry? do you want a snack or anything?” you nodded although she couldn't see you through the door, “yeah, thanks, we'll be out in a second, we're finishing up part of this movie.” she responded to you after that, the sound of her footsteps getting farther from your door. 

you waited to be sure she was gone before speaking, leaning closer to the boy, “oh you liked that, hm? almost getting caught made your cock harder didn't it? so dirty..”

you uncovered his mouth and watched his mouth move as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. “next time we're at your place i'm gonna fuck you up for this, you know that right? gonna ride you until you're begging me to let you cum.” he nods eagerly at this with furrowed eyebrows, desperate to cum now. 

the way you're talking is enough to get him going even more. his hips moved on their own causing you to stop your movements on his cock. he fucked himself into your fist, head thrown back and mouth falling open. 

several moans come from him, your fingers returning to his mouth. his moans are muffled but still quite audible as he gets himself off in your fist. 

ropes of cum eventually shoot from his cock, landing on his stomach. you begin stroking him through his orgasm, his hips stuttering once again. he breathes heavily, pressing his lips shut against your fingers as he comes down from his high. he keeps his eyes closed as his chest rises and falls, his hips jolting every once in a while. 

you pull your fingers out of his mouth once again, leaning down to kiss his slightly sweaty forehead. you brush his hair out of his face, kissing down to his cheek, “you okay my love?” to that he nods, finally opening his eyes and smiling shyly. 

“thank you y/n.” he was feeling slightly embarrassed again as he sat up on his elbows looking at his stomach. he was covered in his own cum, unable to move from his spot. he shook his head before looking to you for help, hands returning to his hair to fluff it up, a habit he has. you turned to him and nodded with a smile as you looked for something to clean him up with. 

you grabbed a towel out of your laundry basket, wiping your hands before taking it over to dongmin. you helped him clean himself up, returning the towel to the basket shortly after. you stood by the door, watching the boy on your bed. 

“hurry honey, i wanna get some snacks.” he smiled at you as he pulled his pants back up, tying the knot once again. his heart was still pumping quickly as he exited the room, the adrenaline of the situation still with him. 

[stuniolvs]

IM LITERALLY BEGGING ON MY KNEES RN DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W MATT PLEASEE 🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

sweetheart m.s.

another sickfic im sorry! please leave requests!

not proofread.

you’re currently getting ready to go to a party with the triplets you put on a simple dress, converse, and curl your hair. 8:54, the clock reads, nick said that he’d be here around 9.

you’ve known the triplets since freshman year but every time you see matt he’s rude to you.

its always some snarky comment about your looks or how you’re ’so annoying'

on cue, you hear matt honk outside and you hop in the car next to nick. you are about to thank matt for picking you up before he says.

“dont you think your hair is a bit much?” he mumbles, although you can hear it very clearly.

you look down at your lap and fiddle with your fingers, you then start trying to fix your hair, flattening it.

“y/n, your hair looks pretty” nick says smiling at you.

“thank you” i smile but still feeling hurt by matts comment. ive always felt just a little bit different about matt.

i used to talk to him all the time, we were best friends and then at the start of sophomore year he just ghosted me.

‘sweetheart’ he used to call me.

you exit the car arms linked with nick. “i like your shirt chris!” you compliment looking down at his camo shirt.

“thank you, y/n/n. i love your dress.” he says. you nod at him, smiling entering the house.

matt clenches his jaw hearing chris compliment you. he quickly relaxes when he sees you biting your lip. he immediately remembers how one of the first things you bonded over was your anxiety and you told him that you always bite your lip when you're nervous.

he walks behind you just to make sure no one gets too close to you.

as you guys go and get water you feel a small pain in your stomach. you can’t tell if its from anxiety, sickness, or both.

after about 45 minutes of wandering around, talking to a couple people before settling on a couch.

your next to matt with nick on the other side.

“no, yeah” you hear the random guy say, ryan, you think his name was. “hold on, im gonna go re-fill my drink” chris says. “me too.” nick and ryan say at the same time as they all leave.

you and matt sit on the couch as there’s like a hundred people surrounding you slowly getting more, and more stuffy.

you start to feel really nervous, your stomach hurts and you have anxiety with means you also have anxiety about your stomach hurting which makes it hurt more.

“matt?” you whisper. “what?” he snaps. his eyes softening when he sees your nervous state. you pull your feet up to your chest, pulling down your dress.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” you hear him whisper. he places his hand on your back rubbing his thumb softly over the fabric of your dress.

your heart start beating rapidly. “i dont feel good matt, my stomach hurts and my anxiety is bad which is making my stomach hurt"

“im sorry,” he pulls you to his side wrapping his arm around you. “im so sorry about everything y/n. i dont know what i was thinking. over freshman year i started to like ou and then i got scared to i started being rude. im so stupid and i should’ve never done tha-“ he’s cut off by you hugging him landing on his lap. “im in love with you sweetheart” he confesses.

your heart pounds “im in love with you matt.” you speak, he blushes, tucking his head into your neck.

“does this mean im your boyfriend?” he asks “ do you want to be my boyfriend?” “of course” he flushes. “then yes.” you kiss him on the forehead “i wanna kiss you really bad but im 100% sick, my head is pounding.” you admit.

he kisses your temple and pulls back to kiss your stomach. he places a soft hand on the back of your head pushing you into his chest. “rest for a second sweetheart. im gonna text chris and nick.” he says, you nod.

after a couple minutes he lifts you from your thighs caring you to the car while you slightly regain consciousness. “mm-baby, where?” you ask, he blushes at the nickname.

“chris and nick are gonna get an uber, lets get you home so i can take care of you.” he states, setting you in the passenger seat.

once you get back to the house he sets you in his bed. he then grabs sweatpants and a t-shirt of his to change into.

“one sec, im gonna go get some stuff.” he says through the bathroom door.

he comes back with medicine, water, and your favorite blanket you always use when you come over. your just standing there unsure wha to do.

he sets the stuff down and picks you up laying on the oppsite side of the bed that he lays on.

you take the medicine then he tucks the blanket around you then he puts his duvet over you.

“will you lay with me?” you ask “of course, if you want.” “please do,” you say.

he changes into sweatpants and a hoodie, in front of you. you blush. he climbs into bed pulling you to his chest.

he pulls you in, cupping you cheeks. as your lips meet the kiss is soft and passionate expression so many emotions. after a couple of minutes he pulls back “why the fuck did you just kiss me? im sick.” you respond. “im sleeping in the same bed as you, its inevitable.” he states, smiling.

“i love you sweetheart"

[orangekittyenergy]

hi! is it too late to do an ask for the kiss roulette?? if not could you please do rolan with 14? a kiss to the stomach. 👀

Oooooooh 😏 It's never too late my friend!! 🫦 (Kiss asks here)

A Kiss to the Stomach - Rolan x reader (early relationship)

(im in an angsty mood so it came out a little tender)

The first thing you hear is the rustling of pages. The soft scrape of paper on paper. Your newly awake ears immediately feel overwhelmed by it; it sounds like someone is shuffling reams of paper right at your cheek. Before you can get too annoyed, your other senses start to return. You sense bright light just beyond your eyelids. You can smell a soft delicate scent. Flowers? Your mind feels fuzzy. Are you outside?

Your body slowly catches up and you feel plush sheets beneath you. A soft bed is cradling your body. You find yourself blissfully wondering where you are for a moment before the sudden rush of memories and pain comes washing back. A heated battle. A crash down into the water.

Your body jolts back to reality with a lurch and you find yourself trying to move. Your body refuses to comply. Instead, you let out a small groan and feel your eyelids flutter.

"Good morning." A voice approaches swiftly, getting louder as it joins you at your side. You swallow thickly, your tongue heavy. You feel dizzy, confused. Everything is muddled.

"Where...where is everyone?" You mumble through parched lips. Flashes of your companions fill your mind as your brain races to catch up.

"Shhh..this is the first night you've slept all the way through. You might feel a little off from the sleep tonic." You feel a hand gently stroke your hair. Rolan. It was Rolan's voice.

Your eyes snap open and meet his, gazing down at you. A sudden flood of memories fills your brain. The battle in the sky. The parting of ways on the docks. Your first stop had been to come here; to see him. A few fitful nights filled with nightmares later and he had finally convinced you to try a sleep potion.

"Gods." You groan and force one heavy arm up to run a hand across your face. "Why did I let you convince me to try that?"

He smirks at you and lets out a huff of air.

"Well, you needed sleep. Dont cry. You'll be up and feeling much better in no time." He replies, a teasing lilt to his voice.

You turn your head to face him, begrudgingly having to admit to yourself that you are already feeling better and more alert by the second. But, you wouldn't admit that to him.

"Have you ever tried one? Ugh, I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine last night." You give another groan. He fights away a smile and pushes his lips out in mock concern.

"I guess there's no helping you then. Here I thought I was housing the hero of Baldurs Gate, not a whimpering child."

You chuckle softly and attempt to sit up to be met with a rush of pain in your abdomen. You wince and pull down the covers a touch and raise your nightshirt to find your stomach still covered in bruises. You frown at the sight.

"Ah yes, potions and spells can only do so much. Your body still needs mending. You need r e s t." He says, enunciating each letter as if to prove his point that he was correct about the potion. Your eyes snap back up to his with a heated look.

"I can't just sit around here and let you wait on me." A slight blush crosses your cheek and a slight slip of a bruised ego at the idea of lazing around in bed all day and being tended to. Rolan smiles softly back at you; knowing all too well himself just how bad an ego can be bruised.

"You can and you will. I insist. Despite what others may think, I can be a very good caretaker." His smile fades slightly and his eyes dart away for a moment. "I won't let anything else happen to you." He adds quietly.

After a moment's hesitation, he leans down and plants a careful kiss on the tender skin of your stomach. He lingers there a moment, his breath hot on your skin, avoiding your gaze as he often does when confessing something emotional.

"Let me take care of you. Please?" He breathes out on your stomach.

You squeeze your lips together, the sudden moment of intimacy replacing all feelings of pain. You suddenly feel like you could hop out of bed right then, ready for battle again. Instead, you reach up and gently tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear letting your fingers linger there a moment.

"Fine. Tend to me. I won't argue." You let your body ease back into the bed, resolve gone and pushing away any lingering hints of your ego. Rolan gives one more soft kiss and leans up, pulling your shirt back down for you.

"There. Was that so hard?" He raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk on the corner of his lips, his teasing tone back. "I'll go fetch you breakfast."

[bearyzdiary]

Dead Girl Walking

Francis x Reader

This diary entry contains…Suggestive|Friends to lovers|Based off dead girl walking from heathers|Francis is a loser|They don’t fuck| Reader wears a skirt|Francis is a teenager in this| Virgin loser Francis| A oneshot where Reader isnt a baker shocking| Not the best written|

A/N: Me and my friend watched heathers and I really really loved dead girl walking and thought hmm who would it fit and instantly thought oh Francis since i feel like i should write for him more since i wrote alot about simon. Im sorry if the ending isnt the best i was running low on ideas on how to end it off but i hope you guys enjoy it the best you could.

You nearly tripped over your own boots as you mumbled as you pushed your hair out your face. You wished you never went to that stupid highschool homecoming game party. You ended up drinking too much, crowd surfing and puking all over one of the populaur girls.

You don't remember what you did before to make her really hate you. You just wanted to loosen up a bit have fun but ended up making a fool of yourself.

A part of you felt relived at the fact Francis didn't come. You would rather walk over a nail bed barefoot then let your best friend see you act a mess.

You stumbled around the neighborhood you knew Francis lived in. You were slowly sobering up as you sipped a water bottle you bought at a local gas station.

You didn't know what to do exactly as you noticed the familiar colored house stand out too you the most. You realized the best thing to do before your life was ruined was spend the night with Francis. You pick up the pace as you began to make your way closer to his house.

Cutting through his yard as you avoided stepping on any twigs that would cause unwanted attention. You snuck to the side of the house as you stopped at Francis's window.

The stupid thing had a lock installed after his mother decided to install them. You knew how to break locks like the one on his window thanks to him teaching you. You stopped for a second to think before shrugging and snapping the lock.

You pushed up the window as you struggled getting inside as you fell onto the ground with a thud and a groan. You sat up as you rubbed your head before getting up.

You closed his window before wincing at the fact the lock was now broken. You shook your head before turning to look at Francis who was stirring in his sleep.

You step closer to him as you slightly wobble. The alcohol wasnt fully out of your system just yet as you stood over him. You smile as you brush a piece of his hair out of his face. It was clear he was in need of a haircut but you didn't mind. You placed your water bottle on his nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

You knew that you really liked him. Even if people didn't understand why, You just felt very attracted to him. You felt safe with him and you could be yourself when your around him.

Everything about him made him more attractive than the rest of the guys at the highschool you both attended. You did everything with him, Talked about everything. It was never a dull moment between you too.

In the middle of your thinking, Francis slowly began to wake up as he noticed you just sitting there, Staring at him. He jumped up as you backed away. "Holy shit (y/n). you scared the fuck out of me" He said as he squinted his eyes before sniffing. "You reek of alcohol and sweat." He said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well yeah, I went to the homecoming party and kinda... embarrased myself" You admitted as you messed with your skirt. Francis moved to turn on his side lamp before you stopped him. He looked at you confused on why you didn't want some light but you just shushed him.

"Is your mom home?" you asked as you moved to sit ontop of him. He shook his head no before licking his lips. "No she went out of town to see some of my family" He said as he looked at you confused. You nodded as you looked at the clock on his bedside table.

"Are you still a virgin Franci?" You asked as you slightly pushed his shirt up as he choked on his own spit. "well uh yeah" He said as she watched the way your pointer finger swirl around the area just before his waistband to his sweatpants.

"Do you still wanna be a virgin?" You asked as you moved your finger down just a little bit as you kept eye contact with him. Francis swallowed before shrugging. "Weird question, i don't know. I haven't thought much about it to be honest" He said as he slowly moved his hands to rest on your waist.

You slightly rock your hips as Francis bites at his bottom lip. "I can help change that if you would like." You say as you moved your hand up from his belly towards his chin as you pulled his face closer to yours.

Francis nodded slowly as you smiled and placed your lips onto his. His lips tasted fairly like the cupcake flavored chapstick you bought him. As you pulled away, Francis look a little worried. It was easy to tell what he was wondering. "I'm on the pill if that was what you were thinking" You said as you twirled a piece of his soft hair around your finger.

He nodded before opening his mouth. "Not only that but like i said, I'm still a virgin. I've never fucked anyone to know what i'm really doing" He said as he looked away. "Then i'll just teach you, No big deal" You said as you patted his shoulder before moving your hands back to his stomach.

It was silent as the both of you kinda just looked at each other, Not knowing what to say. You tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear before leaning in again.

Francis closed the gap as he pulled you closer. He helped you get your clothes off only leaving you in your underwear. You helped him get his clothes off. You never dreamed in your life you would be sitting in your best friends room, Half naked making out.

You pulled away before smiling. "Have i ever told you how much i adored you." You asked while panting. Francis shook his head as he licked his lips. "I've always adored you. Your such a nerd and you dont take smack from most people" You say as you looked over his facial features.

"I also..i've always adored you too. Your so pretty and you were always there for me through everything." Francis said. You smiled as you grabbed his hand before giving it a tight squeeze.

"So..what do you wanna be" You asked. Francis squeezed your hand before sighing. "I wanna be yours" He said as he placed his hand on your hip. You smile as you lean back in while moving your hand to undo your bra.

Francis grabbed your face as he helped you. The rest of the night was perfect for the both of you. You both got your feelings off your chest. You didn't have to worry about fucking up your friendship. Francis held you in his arms as the sounds of your heavy breathing, The sound of his fan slowly spinning around the room.

You let out a heavy breath as you felt safe in francis's arms. You didn't even care about what happened monday. You were glad that you had francis all to yourself for the weekend.

[vodkababy]

cherry margaritas & confessions ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🍒✮

tom kaulitz x vocalist! fem! reader

angst. very very angsty rich teenagers in the midst of summer with margaritas & tequilas IM SORRY ITS KINDA EHHH

age pairing : 16-17

warnings🍧 ; smoking, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos

note: bold italic = german

it was the summer of 2006, of course after all that touring, tokio hotel had to take a break for a while. that’s how we wounded up in this beach house that we had rented for 2 weeks.

it was around 9 pm as i went in the pool, the scent of marijuana lingered on my nose, beside me was tom who swam from the other side of the water.

tom and i were truly friends, nothing more. friends who kiss. friends who sleep with each other. friends who don’t look at each other like how friends do.

it was more of a friends with benefits relationship. he always had some groupie over, everytime after a concert he’d take some pretty blonde girl into the tour bus and i’d hear them have sex from the other room.

it hurt me, but at the same time it didn’t. know why? i didn’t want to have a relationship. we got drunk and had sex with each other, leading us to only fuck when we want to. now, it’s awkward. i was surprised he didn’t bother to bring a girl here, recently he had been so— distant.

“wanna smoke?” he chirped. “sure.” you took a hit on his joint and puffed the air away

“you seem so lonely lately. why all of a sudden?” he asked with a tinge of concern in his eyes. did he really care about how you felt just now?

“it’s just that something has been bothering me, a lot.” you answer coldly.

“you can talk to me about it.”

you really had no time for his bullshit.

“i don’t feel like you need to know.” you say, gulping your cherry margarita.

“oh. so now, when i’m trying to talk to you, you’ll act distant?”

“what is your problem with me tom? first thing, you’ll say you love me, then the next day you bring some whore who doesn’t even know you as a person over and fuck her like i’m not there? god tom!” you scream at him, your eyes tearing up, clearly drunk. you had taken a couple 5-6 margaritas earlier leading you to this state.

“so this is what it’s about, huh? me fucking some other girl who isn’t you? y/n, you’re so jealous it’s funny. you’re clearly drunk. do me a favor and try to think of what you just said.”

“what do you mean?”

“i told you i loved you. what did you say that day?”

flashbacks of you and tom kissing fuzzed your brain, not wrapping your finger around what you had told him after he confessed. your lap was on tom’s as both of your lips moved with passion in your bedroom.

“y/n.”

“mmh?”

“i love you.”

“t-tom.. tom, i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t know?” he said catching his breath, exchanging kisses with one another.

“i just don’t want to get in a relationship.” and that’s how his heart tore that night.

your thoughts were snapped back into reality as soon as you started to cry. you didn’t want to cry, but you felt weak. why didn’t you tell him you loved him too? was it because of the girls? was it because he seemed like someone who’d be good with a one-time thing and act like nothing ever happened? the ideas swarmed your mind and took over.

“tom, i’m sorry. i love you” you said, feeling your salty tears reach your lips.

“i loved you. loved. get that y/n? it’s been done. i don’t want to talk about this anymore, good night.” he said, getting off the pool, wrapping a robe around him and walking to his room.

you bawled your eyes out, your cherry margarita getting hit by your arm and it’s glass crashing on the ground, thinking about what you have just done. you just threw out the love of your dreams. you were just too oblivious about him actually having feelings for you.

[wildgirllz]

hi, a request for sam winchester

So like i get very intense period cramps and mood swings like the breakdowns are so bad and im eating the whole house and im yelling at everyone for every little thing so basically sam taking care of the reader during all that

Thank you!

Ofc! Here you go!

Warnings: Periods (menstruation), angst, reader is mean to Sammy :( but a happy ending!

Chamomile Tea

As the pain started to kick in, you knew this was going to be a long day. You were curled up on the couch with a heating pad pressed against your stomach and a blanket draped over your body. Your cramps were unbearable, and your mood was all over the place. You were hungry, tired, and in pain. You wanted nothing more than to be left alone, but you knew that wasn't going to happen.

Sam had been walking around the bunker, cleaning and organizing things, but as soon as he heard you groan in pain, he came rushing to your side.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, concern etched on his face.

"No, I'm not okay. I feel like crap," you replied, your voice laced with annoyance.

Sam could tell you were in a bad mood. He had seen you like this before, and he knew how to handle it. He sat down next to you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Can I get you anything? Water? Food?" he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe some chocolate?" you said, hoping he would get the hint.

"Chocolate, coming right up," he said, getting up from the couch.

As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel guilty for being so snappy with him. You knew he was just trying to help, but your mood swings were out of control.

When he returned with a bar of chocolate, you eagerly snatched it from him and tore open the wrapper. You took a bite and immediately felt a little better.

"Thanks, Sam," you said, your tone softening.

"No problem. Do you need anything else?" he asked, sitting back down next to you.

"No, I think I just need to rest," you said, leaning your head back against the couch.

Sam nodded, understanding. He knew how painful cramps could be, and he didn't want to make things worse for you. He decided to stay with you, though, just in case you needed anything.

As the day wore on, your mood swings became more intense. You went from being weepy to irritable in a matter of minutes. You snapped at Sam for the slightest things, like the way he was breathing or the way he was sitting.

"Can you stop moving around so much? You're making me dizzy," you said, feeling annoyed.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was moving too much," he said, trying to stay calm.

"Well, you are. Can't you just sit still for once?" you snapped.

Sam took a deep breath, trying not to let your words affect him. He knew you were in pain and that your mood swings were not your fault. He decided to change the subject.

"Hey, do you want me to make you some tea? That might help with the cramps," he said, hoping to distract you.

"Tea? Are you serious? What's that gonna do?" you scoffed.

"It might help. Chamomile tea is known to help with cramps," he said, trying to sound convincing.

"Fine, whatever. Just make it quick," you said, rolling your eyes.

Sam got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to make the tea. As he boiled the water, he couldn't help but feel a little hurt by your words. He was just trying to help, and you were making it difficult.

When he returned with the tea, he handed it to you, and you took a sip. It was warm and soothing, and it did seem to help with the cramps a little.

"Thanks, Sam.”

"No problem," he said, taking a seat next to you again.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping your tea and trying to relax. You could feel your mood starting to shift again, and you didn't want to snap at Sam anymore.

"I'm sorry I've been so difficult today," you said, breaking the silence.

"It's okay. I understand what you're going through. It's not easy," he replied, placing a hand on your back.

"I just hate feeling like this. I feel like I'm out of control," you said, feeling vulnerable.

"I know. But you're not alone. I'm here with you," he said, giving your back a gentle rub.

You looked at him and felt a rush of gratitude. He was always there for you, no matter what.

"Thank you, Sam. You always know how to make me feel better," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"That's what I'm here for," he said, wrapping an arm around you.

You sat there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. You felt safe and comfortable with Sam, and you knew he felt the same way.

As the evening approached, your cramps started to ease up a little, and your mood became more stable. You were still tired and a little emotional, but you weren't as irritable as before.

"I think I'm gonna go take a nap," you said, getting up from the couch.

"Okay. Do you need anything before you go?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm good. Thank you, though," you said, giving him a small smile.

Sam watched as you walked away, feeling grateful for the moment you had just shared. He knew it wasn't easy being in your shoes, but he was happy he could make things a little better for you.

As the days passed, you started to feel more like yourself again. Your cramps had subsided, and your mood had stabilized. You couldn't help but feel grateful for Sam's support during that difficult day.

One afternoon, you decided to surprise Sam with a homemade meal. You spent the afternoon cooking and baking, and by the time he returned from a hunt, the bunker was filled with the scent of delicious food.

"Hey, what's all this?" Sam asked, walking into the kitchen.

"I made you dinner," you said, giving him a smile.

"Wow, this looks amazing. Thank you," he said, looking at the spread of food on the table.

You both sat down to eat, and as you talked and laughed, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond you shared.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" you said, putting down your fork.

"Sure, what's up?" Sam asked, looking at you curiously.

"What made you decide to take care of me that day when I was feeling so terrible?" you asked, feeling curious.

Sam looked at you for a moment, thinking about his answer.

"Well, for one, I love you. And two, I know what it's like to feel out of control with your emotions. I've been there before. I just wanted to be there for you, in any way I could," he said, giving you a small smile.

You felt your heart swell with love for him. You knew he loved you, but hearing him say it like that made your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you, Sam. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you said, feeling emotional.

Sam got up from his seat and walked over to you, taking your hand in his.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, too," he said, looking into your eyes.

You both leaned in and shared a sweet, tender kiss, filled with love and affection. As you pulled away, you looked into Sam's eyes and felt a deep sense of love and gratitude for him.

"I love you so much, Sam," you said, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N," he said, pulling you into a tight embrace.

You both held each other for a few moments, feeling grateful for the love and support you shared. You knew that no matter what life threw your way, as long as you had each other, you could get through anything.

As the night wore on, you both settled on the couch, cuddled up together and watching a movie. You couldn't help but feel content and at peace, with Sam by your side.

As the movie came to an end, Sam turned to you and smiled.

"Thank you for today, Y/N. This meal was amazing, and spending time with you is always the best part of my day," he said, looking at you with love in his eyes.

"Thank you for always being there for me, Sam. I don't know what I would do without you," you said, snuggling closer to him.

"I'll always be here for you, Y/N. No matter what," he said, wrapping his arms around you.

You both sat there for a while longer, enjoying each other's company and feeling grateful for the love you shared.

As you got up to go to bed, Sam followed you, holding your hand and leading you to your room.

"Goodnight, Sam," you said, turning to face him.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

You both shared a sweet, gentle kiss, filled with love and tenderness. As you pulled away, you felt a deep sense of love and gratitude for Sam.

You crawled into bed, feeling content and at peace, with Sam by your side. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support you shared, and you knew that no matter what life threw your way, you could get through it with Sam there.

[pawsomelestat]

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . 🍷 . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

ー Gourmet. ー

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lestat de lioncourt x human!masc reader | tw ; nsfw, overstimulation, smoking, drinking, car sex

author's notes ; im a proud lestat apologist /hj

Darkness, that was all this town was, it only woke at dusk and creatures of the night ruled the streets. No matter how rich, how happy, how loved you were it'd find a way to drag you into it's gambling and women. Behind all the bright lights of the casinos and sweet music of the street bands, New Orleans was just a deep pit of wretched nothings.

Nothing was fun for you anymore, you'd lived out your life visiting the whore houses and making bets you knew you wouldn't win, the excitement was exhilarating. But it was a life wasted, you had dedicated yourself to the arts and wonders of the world. How did you end up here, walking the piers of the mississippi with nothing to your name.

Night had just begun and you found yourself in a bustling club full of every type of person you could imagine, no one here drank alone. There was music, sex, conversation, drinks, that electric atmosphere that you once craved. But even then you found yourself alone, sat in the courtyard with a cigar in one hand, a glass of whisky in the other.

"Is no one coming to sit with you tonight my friend?"

A voice rang from behind you, a hand placed on your shoulder. This voice was deep, laced with a chuckled tone and a raspy accent. Maybe it was his tone, or his hand on your shoulder, or even the feeling that he had been watching you for hours, but something sparked as he spoke.

You cleared your throat, afraid that maybe he would've noticed the flinch you made under his hand, or heard the small gasp that escaped your lips.

"Just me I'm afraid.."

The man made his way to the chair facing you on the opposite end of your table, smiling down at you as he pulled it out slowly. His smile, what a smirk. His looks had a way about them, like you could know everything about him just from the suit he wore, but the second you tried to understand nothing came to mind. It was almost like that calm, charming aura of his smile was a cover for the curiosity looming in his eyes.

He sat, crossing his legs, simply batting his hand as a waitress approached to offer him a drink.

"So, what calls for someone such as yourself to be here alone? Surely you must have some other company tonight,"

That accent, you couldn't quite place your finger on it, it lingered on his tounge yet his words slipped out so fluently.

"Oh, my apologies for not introducing myself. I get carried away within seconds. Lestat De Lioncourt, I hail from France originally but I have found New Orleans more fit to my liking."

It was as if he knew right away that you were silently trying to figure out where he was from, maybe he was used to it by now and it was custom for him to mention. You gave a small introduction to yourself, nothing but a name and a polite greeting.

His words melted to mush in your mind as he spoke, his voice ringing in your ears so clearly yet not a word could be made out. As he spoke his eyes looked all around the courtyard, yet it felt as if his piercing gaze was fixed purely on you. You could see his lips moving, but the words you heard where different from those coming out, it was as if he was in your head completely. You found yourself entranced by him, not knowing a thing about him yet feeling so deeply amazed. He was speaking straight to your soul.

"You seem away with the fairies my dear, are my words too boring for you?"

Those words snapped you straight back to reality, sending you into slight shock at how obviously zoned out you were.

"No.. I'm sorry, I think it must be the whisky getting to my head. I'm never like this."

You smiled sheepishly and took a quick sip of the small amount of liquid resting in your glass, it'd been watered down by the now melted ice. Attempting to finish it so you could then soon take yourself home and forget about the whole awkward encounter.

"Like what?"

The male smiled, leaning forward now and resting his face on his fist, gaze fixed on your glass.

"Away with the fairies like you said.."

As you spoke he slowly dragged your glass closer to himself, tracing his long clawlike nail along the rim of the glass. His eyes now looking deep into yours, no matter how hard you tried to look away.

He knew what he was doing, making you this flustered in his cocky silence. But why, what did he want from you?

"Maybe I should get going.. I'm not much company like this."

You stood quickly, holding your hands together by your waist, trying not to fidget or seem even more nervous than you already did. Usually you were quite the confident person, not overly cocky or self obsessed, but you knew that you were well mannered and relatively good looking. But his gaze, his small mannerisms, the way each word he spoke seemed to be being said to you very soul. It strook a strong flushed fear in you.

"Please, let me take you home. Or at least out of this neighbourhood, it's not so friendly at this time of night"

Lestat swigged the last of the whisky that'd once been yours then carefully placed it onto the table along with a small pile of money. Next he stood, untucked his chair and waited for you to leave.

"No it's alright, I really don't live too far, don't worry yourself"

"I insist."

His tone was rather harsh, but not forceful, the smile grazed upon his lips gave the words a much softer feel. Why was he showing you this kindness, all you had done was awkwardly rush your drink to cover the fact you had given nothing to the conversation. You felt your head nodding in compliance without even thinking to do so, your body was moving on it's own.

The male walked almost beside you, keeping just a step behind, slowly making his way out of the smoke filled club and into the dusty skied night. Somehow he lead you despite following behind, his smirked watch planted on you, somewhere between the back of your neck and your face. By now he had lead you out onto the street and down the cobbled path, the humid night air hitting with a wave of exhilaration.

Infront sat an old black rolls royce, an expensive car filled with all the luxuries of that age. Extremely spacious in both the front seats and back, with plush couches to sit on. He opened the back door and extended his arm out, offering to take your hand and help you inside.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to be much hassle-"

Lestat chuckled as you spoke, grabbing your hand with his pearly smirk wrapped across his lips.

"I know you want to, you do not need to pretend that you're oh so innocent."

He spoke so sensually about just a short car ride as if it were something much more, it was true you'd been admiring him so thoroughly but this couldn't just be your imagination picking up on false signs. Eagerly you took his lead and slipped into the car.

The door shut quietly as he got in beside you, not in the drivers seat where he should've been..

All night your mind had been a buzz of excitement, something about the presence of this man bewitched you, his gaze sent all kinds of explicit thoughts to your imagination. Having him sat so close, so unexplained, you found yourself feeling tense, unable to move, chest rising and falling rapidly trying to pant out a steady breath.

"Ta beauté est plus qu'une rose en fleur.. Ce soir tu seras à moi"

His words slipped out in a sweet whisper, you couldn't understand him but the sound of his mother language rolling off his tongue made him even more irresistible. Jolts of a cold shiver shot down your spine, feeling his icy hand cup your cheek while his lips moved unbearably close. Your lips crashed against his, like the ocean crashing against the sand and everything seemed to be swept away in a wave of passion.

Once again your body moved on it's own, desperately unbuttoning Lestat's shirt while your lips were still intertwined. So many thoughts rushed through your head, yet you could only think of him. His body, his kiss, his hot breath.

He separated from your lips, bringing a small breathy whine out of you, the desperation on your face only exciting him more. Hands fumbling to undo your own buttons, he sat back and admired your craving, frenzied beauty; his own hand now slipping his belt off.

"Non non cher.. Let me help"

His body loomed ontop of yours, now pushing you back to lay on the seat, your excitement just grazing underneath him. The blonde male slipped your pants off with ease, holding that same hypnotic gaze into your eyes that he had been testing you with all night. Pushing two fingers deep into your hole, curling them, holding up the back of your neck with the other arm, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

He chuckled at your state, how you desperately tried to muffle your sound, gasping from the stimulation, how easily you grew more and more needy. You tried to look away, finding his gaze completely impossible, you couldn't contain yourself. Lestat grabbed your chin and turned held you to face him

"Uhuh.. I want to see every ounce of pleasure, every small wince."

"L -Lestat.. Please.. Please"

Whining out, pearls of tears forming in your eyes as the desperation grew so unbearable, your body longed for his. The man's lips crashed against yours as he fully slipped down his pants and lined himself up to your now stretched entrance.

You gagged out a muffled moan into his mouth, as he pushed his entire cock into you, bottoming out without seconds. It was almost impossible to get a breath out, you pulled your lips away to pant out small moans of pleasure. His left hand gripped tightly onto your hip while the other gently caressed your twitching dick.

His kiss ragged down from your lips, to your neck, to your shoulder, to your collar bone. Going from sloppy, long kisses to desperate bites and hickeys. He groaned into your skin, between small noises and kisses whispering out

"Je t'aime.. You feel so-.. so good.. Je t'aime.."

By now he was thrusting in and out, emphasising your now loud, passionate moans. You could do nothing but shake underneath him, hands running through his hair, pulling it so desperately. You could feel yourself getting closer, his pounding becoming quicker and his groans becoming louder.

You pulled his head up, his teeth bared from grazing your skin leaving all sorts of marks. The desperation in his eyes, that spark of lust, it was unreal. Words escaped you, you couldn't even form a sentance to tell him how good you felt.

Unable to hold it, cum spurted from your cock, spilling all over his hand, your stomach, his chest, dripping onto the seats of the car. The climax was like an explosion of stimulation. Leaving you flopped down, panting and drooling.

This sight drove Lestat wild, he ruthlessly pounded as fast as he could, leaving deep bites on your collar bone and neck. Like a feral animal. You felt his seed shooting into you, spilling from your hole, his pace now slowing as he reached his peak. Now he was panting too, shaky groans slipping out as his pace now came to a slow stop.

"Magnifique.. Magnifique.."

He pushed your hair back as he pulled out, then laying another sloppy, passionate kiss on your lips, not pulling away for some time.

Lestat looked at you, spark in his eye, admiring the complete trembling mess he had left you in. Dripping, covered in marks, still panting from pleasure. He lifted his pants back up and did up the belt before slipping his shirt back on and doing up some of the buttons. He slipped into the front seat with a smirk, starting the car

"Now.. I can't leave you in this state can I? Let me take you home and get you cleaned up..."

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author's notes ; I DID ITTTT!!! FINALLYYYYYYY!!!!! mandatory french lessons rlly popped off today baybeeeyy. any support through reblogs or likes is sososososo appreciated <3 my reqs are open too !!

[stxrmylxve]

Comforting Times (pt.2)

so either im wiggin, or my fanbase really likes jjk better than tokyo revengers. So I’m taking inspo from myself and creating these actions with jjk

ENJOY??!? (no custom dividers, sorryyyy)

⚠️ :

crying

past/occuring trauma

softies

sorcerer stuff

curses (things/rabid animal spawns) attacking

cursing (words)

hopefully your requests in the comments

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Itadori:

“Y/n, don’t you think you shouldn’t test it without proper training?” Itadori asks as he steps back as you slice through the air.

“This is training yuuji!” you yell as you continue to kick and propel your powers like somesort of ninja.

“But you might get hurt…” he says with a frown.

“You could too with your trainings, more than you already do. Go inside and grab me a water, will ya please?” you ask as you turn to him with a smile as he jogs off.

As you turn back, you begin your next kick and mid air your leg is grabbed, throwing you down instantly with a yelp. The curse has acidic drool dripping, landing on your already twisted leg, making you scream and thrash in pain.

“You’ll do nice.” the curse says as it opens its mouth, expecting to gobble you up whole.

Tears fall down your face as the curse nears. Was this really the end? Like this? This lame experience? With no one around to see or help you?

The curse lets a final drip of acid hit your arm before you snap out of your trance and smash it’s face in two, using most of your energy in that blow alone as it whimpers and falls back.

You look down in shock at your hand that was oozing blood, probably from sudden use.

“Shit.” you say to yourself with a sigh as you walk past the curse, smashing its head with your heel for good measure as it whithered away with a sheak.

Just then yuuji comes back out, aparently so in his trance he hadn’t realize anything had gone down until he saw the trail of blood from you.

“y/n.. what happened here?” he asks cautiously as he examines your hand.

“One of your curse friends payed me a visit.” you say as you wince and pull your hand away from him.

“Sukuna, who was it?” Yuuji asks, more to himself, as a mouth appeared on his hand.

“And what makes you think I would tell you that, brat?” sukuna spits and the mouth fades away.

“Hey! Tell me or I purposely won’t let you see Megumi again!” Yuuji yells back, the mouth instantly reappearing and muttering something.

“Something of Mahito.” sukuna says finally.

You wipe the blood off onto your sleeve, the white fading into a crimson color instantly. You grimace at the thoughts of how to get this future stain out as Yuuji places his hand gently on your shoulder.

“It won’t happen again, I promise.” he says with a dark scowl as he turns and walks away.

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Megumi:

He had his demon dogs out, training with them with a stern face on. You look down at the lemonade below you on the counter, placing everything on the tray and turning around to walk outside to deliver them to Megumi.

There stood a curse, picking his tooth and spitting out a bone of who knows what before looking up with a toothy smile.

“Hi lovely.” the curse says as you drop the tray with wide eyes, backing up to the counter in fear as it continued to inch forward.

“I wonder what Megumi thinks of you. Rather, your past, hmm? Does he know? About all of the slutty things you used to do for pay.” the curse says as they tap their finger on the counter, the tapping echoing through the still house.

“D.. don’t mention my past like that. I’ve changed.. for the better!” you say as tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you build the strength to hold them back.

“Well it’s not my fault, you just gave yourself away like that. It is all your past, I’m just stating the facts.” the curse says as it licks its lips.

“Don’t say things like that!” you yell as you slam your hands on the counter and charge at the curse, anger overtaking your senses.

“Wrong choice.” the curse says with a frown as it dodges you and sinks into the ground, showing up behind you and knocking the wind out of you with a punch, throwing you to the ground with a thud.

"Megumi isn't here to save you now, is he?" the curse says as it leans down, caressing your hair as your tears broke free.

The curse busted apart with a shriek as you watched it melt in horror, getting up quickly and brushing off your knees.

"Y/N??!" Megumi yelled as he swung around the corner, sighing to himself as he was relieved you were okay.

“You okay?” he asks as he knelt down to you and embraced you in a hug. You didn’t know why you were shaking, you had seen a curse before, but what it had said was right. You just didn’t want to ruin anything with Megumi.

But.. he will find out. After maybe then there really will be no one to protect you.

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Sukuna:

Laying on the couch was always nice with Sukuna. He was so big that you pratically layed on top of him, one of his hands rubbing circles on your shoulder as the other held his phone.

He knew you had a hard time sleeping, rather getting to sleep. Once you were asleep, you slept like a rock, but getting to sleep was easier said than done. He knew this, so every night he lulled you to sleep with circles massaging your shoulder in hopes you would get some sleep that night.

However, you would occasionally also get nightmares. Nightmares about the blood and agony you had seen and heard from your family.

The sight had scarred you, still haunting your dreams to this day. Being pinned to the wall by a curse as it killed your family right in front of you. There was nothing you could have done other than to watch, but the pained feeling of guilt returned everytime you thought of them.

Tears streamed down the side of your face as you clung to Sukuna, trying to fight the nightmare that you knew you couldn’t end, but you still tried.

The tears seeped through his shirt to his skin and in an instant his phone was down and he picked you up like a baby and cradled you in his arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. You know that curse is dead now.” Sukuna whispers, kissing your temple.

He eventually gets you back to sleep after he had petted your hair for the past half hour as a comfort method. He smiled to himself as you slept soundly like a small child would.

“Awww-“

“Uraume say a word and I will kill you again.”

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Maki:

“Hi, y/n.” Maki says as she puts her books into her bag and throws the bag over her shoulder.

“Hey” you reply simply, twirling your fingers to focus in anything other than the silence.

“You doing anything today?” she asks as she walks out of the classroom, peering down at you as you thought of anything she didn’t know yet.

“No.” you say finally with a huff as you look up in defeat knowing that ment you had training.

“Hey, it’s not so bad, you can train with me. I will go change and you go put your stuff down, I will meet you there.” she says with a smile as she takes off.

“Your little girlfriend treating you well?” your ex says as he pears around the corner.

You hated your ex. What they had done as far as manipulation was horrible. They had broken up with you simply because they hadn’t ever cared, and then spreaded false rumors about you. You wished you would have never seen their face again, but life never goes right all the time.

“She’s better than you ever were to me.” you spit as you walk past them, checking the time on your phone before speeding up your pace.

“Aww, we both know you loved me. You were just not the right level for me, you know I deserve better than you.” they say with a smile as you scowl at their bold arrogance and sigh.

“What do you want dude?” you say as you turn around, it was evident they were not leaving you alone any time soon.

“You.” they whisprr as they boop your nose, making you frown and turn away again, hoping to walk off and leave this madness alone.

“Hey don’t fucking ignore me?!” they yell as they slam you against the lockers, your backpack’s ridges digging into your back.

“Well you won’t leave me alone!” you yell as you kick them in the knee, running away as they doubled over. You wanted to find Maki. She would help you. Even if it was just with advice, it would help.

“Maki!” you yell as you reach the locker room, startling her from her silent changing as she turned to meet your rattled eyes.

“Everything alright?” she asks as she comes to your aid with comforting hands on your shoulders.

“They..they’re after me again!” you yell as you gasp for air, having ran through the whole hallway; it was tiring for someone like you.

“Your ex? Again? Did they not get the message to leave you alone?” she asks, face turning sour as she closes the door to the room and takes your bag from you, setting it next to hers and giving you a hug to calm your nerves a little faster.

“Come on, let’s go train to prove ourselves!” she says with a shy smile as she releases you from her tight embrace and ajusts her shirt, holding your hand as she leads you out to get your tools ready for training.

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the beautiful toji:

He left the girl weeping in her bed, leaving an $100 dollar bill on her nightstand near her for good measure as the man walked out of the bedroom. He grabbed his phone on the way out and slammed the door, rattling the otherwise still apartment complex.

He let out a quiet ‘tch’ at the annoying amount of texts he had missed from another woman as he opened them and scrolled through the sorry messages in the elevator as it slowly went down. It stopped briefly at floor 5 as you walked in and then it continued down to the base level.

You wouldn’t lie, the sheer amount of muscle coating the man beside you was mesmerizing as is, but the clothing and the uninterrested look of the world in his eyes was just as amazing to you.

“If you keep looking, I think your jaw may drop to the floor.” he says with a laugh as you stiffen with a blush and look away out the window.

You mutter a quiet ‘sorry’ as you awkwardly shift from one foot to the other.

“What has someone like you coming outside at 1am?” he asks as the elevator reaches the lobby.

“Leaving a one night stand that went south.” you say simply as you pull down your shirt slightly and walk out first, slowing down for toji to fall beside you as you walked out together.

“Went south?” he asks as he slows and takes out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a puff as you explain how it had failed.

“mmm. So not y’re fault, it’s there’s.” he says after a while as he changed views from the bright stars in the sky to your dim face.

“I guess so, yeah.” you mutter as you wiggle your toes in your shoes, the ache of your feet starting to form like it did almost every night.

“Well I’ll let you go, keep in touch, yeah?” he says with a smile as he smashes the cigarette into the concrete and slips a card into your bag. It only had his number, which had probably been passed around to countless other people, but it still felt like you had the world in your hands right now.

You smiled to yourself as you took out the card and put it into your phone, texting a small thank you to the man as he was only a small dot in the night sky now. You turned and walked away, not aware that a curse was following you in the bushes.

You took two steps and the curse came to life, sheaking and charging at you at full force, scaring the living life out of you. You took off in the opposite direction, heading towards toji hoping he could do something to help out.

The curse was on your tail, running behind you on all fours as a dog would chase a person as it swerved in and out to get traction to speed up.

“Toji!” you yell as you begin to loose energy. He turned your way and quickly picked up on this, grabbing you just as you fell and he dodged the curse, it smashing into the ground and shaking the surrounding area.

“Fucking Suguru.” he says with a sigh as he pulls a sword out of his curse nearby, laying you down on the curse for cushion as he went to work on the curse to eliminate him once and for all.

The curse was smart, smarter than some he had met before. It swerved most of his main attacks, but eventually it gave out and accepted its fste.

He wiped the blade off breifly before putting it away and getting you up off of the ground.

“You alright?” he asks as he brushes your hair off, dirt falling to the ground in small groups.

“Uhm.. yeah. I think?” you reply as you check for any wounds, looking at the curse below you.

“You two.. good?” you asks as you back away.

“Yeah. He’s like my.. bag. But alive. He holds my stuff for me.” Toji says as the curse crawls on his shoulder and curls around his torso as well, settling comfortably as you watch in awe.

“Come on, I will take you down the street to the store to get you some water, food, and a bandage for that cut of the curse. Hopefully it will heal quickly.” he says as he takes off without another word, smiling to himself as he heard you behind him scambling to get your things and running to catch up.

You would be an interesting one.

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y’all.. this took me 4 day. Yes, 4?! like, i was so out of ideas for them. I hope this served its purpose as many seemed to like the jjk request i did.

Bye!! <3

[lsotp]

Hi-! I'm here for the daily blog attacks!

Questions from Chapter 5 and 6 Incoming-!

1.) Your heavy eyes looked up into the face of your rescuer. His eyes were squeezed shut, his own ears being covered by his hands as he formed a cage over you. You felt a bit better here in this strange man’s lap.

In the world of LSOTP, Is Edge afraid of storms and lightning too?

2.) Figure 1:

“S-sissy?” His eyes opened to look at you, the white eyes that were usually about the size of a dime seemed to fill his whole sockets.

Figure 2:

His eyes snapped open as a shrill scream left his small body. His soul rose from his chest as the scent of watermelon lemonade filled the area, his soul turned a beautiful sunset orange casting the same bright light in the area before shooting up in a beam.

Figure 3:

Whip opened his eyes- once white- were now the same sunset orange as his magic

Before a whelp has reached a certain age/maturity, is their magic generally white before turning to a color AFTER an awakening?

I think i know the answer. The Figures I've provided said it all, but I just want confirmation.

3.) He popped his magic in little pops of orange, as he had practiced while his magic was still white. Little fire works of lemonade scented orange sprang up before a jet of water squirted out of his palm and sprayed Buck in the face.

I would like to know more about Special Skill Sets, please.

4.) they’re sharp teeth biting into your collar bone or neck to put you back in line after you decided to go against the grain.

Mate Marks? 👀.

5.) Figure 1:

You had forgotten about those features, honestly. All the doors in the house had two knobs. One for your taller family members and guests to use,and one for you and (at the moment) Whip to use.

I feel bad for (Y/N). She's essentially a mouse in a family of cats. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ.

Figure 2:

It was humiliating to you. Your feet didn’t even touch the floor and your head barely poked above the arms of the chair.

I arrest my case.

6.) What happened during 'The Seige of Coronet'? Just how bad was it?

7.) “She can speak, it’s just hard for her to do. It’s a side effect from an injury from when she was little.

We were in the Siege of Coronet when Old Centry fell in the war. The enemy was after women and children, in hopes to put a dent in our numbers. Sadly both my wife and daughter were injured.”

I FOUND A CLUE-! I'm sure of it.

IM SURE THAT THIS WAS WHAT YOU WERE REFERRING TO!

During this Siege of Coronet, Cobalt basically admitted that there were enemies, enemies that scarred both (Y/N) and Lilith.

He KNOWS who they were fighting with.

But the fic doesn't give any implicit confirmation as to WHO or WHAT the enemy is.

(1) Edge isn’t terrified of storms. He has super great hearing. The noise of the wind, the debris, and other noises were hurting his ears.

(2) Yes. They are born with white magic that they can practice with until they hit puberty, when they start to unlock their abilities.

(3) You may need to open a new ask post for this one with more specifics on what you want to know. It’s too broad of a question for this post and would make this entirely too long.

(4) Not necessarily. The reader is just kinky. It’s a form of discipline between mates and usually how a male will dom a female. By biting- however the bites don’t hurt more so than overstimulate the person being bitten. (Don’t bite someone in the LSotP au. The scandal that would result would be massive.)

(5) Yeah. She’s a lil’ short stack compared to everyone else. Her baby brother is only three inches shorter than her.

(6) Old Centry was a province or state in the region.

The siege of Coronet was an invasion of the state and one of the first settlements hit in the dead of night. It was pillaged and burned down in less than 10 hours. A flag that said “Down with the Queen” was left on the hot ashes of the site.

(7) I never said he didn’t know. And while it’s important, that wasn’t the thing I was referring to. ;p

[neon-draws-sometimes]

From the prompt “im not fighting back anymore”, requested by @thirdymeowy

He was doing it again. He walked up to the door, to your door, and knocked on it.

“Knock knock,” It said, in a voice so close to your own, but still slightly off. 

“Who’s there?” The voice on the other side responded with delight.

It made you sick to hear him pretend to be you like this. What was the goal? He already was possessing your body, wasn’t that enough?

You tune out the rest of the joke and you try to concentrate. You need to find a way to break his hold somehow. Thinking on his traits, something slowly dawns on you, feeling like cold water poured down your back. He seems to know more about than he really should. It’s almost like they’ve known you before, like they’ve done this to you before. No one else has even seemed to notice anything wrong with you. Unable to breathe, you start to feel like you’ll be trapped in your own mind forever, like your friends will never care. You can’t even breathe, he’s taking that from you too. Besides, it was already a better “you” than you ever were, it put in more effort than you, why did it even matter? Almost nothing had changed to the eyes of everyone else. If anyone did find out, surely they wouldn’t care. 

You snap out of your thoughts as your body gets up and brushes itself off. 

“Well that was fun, but I must ketchup later,” He says, taking a swig of the condiment.

The lady behind the door laughs.

“Thanks for mustard-ing up enough courage to tell that one. I will relish these puns.”

With that, he somehow manages to skate a bit down the trail despite wearing your slippers, sliding along the snow. He then, like usual, opens an odd swirling colored patch in the air, and slides into it. 

These patches seem to be the main way he uses your “shortcuts”.

On the other side, he saunters back to your house, a painful grin plastered on your face the whole time.

The next day, Fresh gets up. Today is the day, it settles. He had always had this in  mind and figured when the day would come, he’d feel it.

Fresh thinks that in order to spice things up a bit, he would also change into his more usual outfit. Seconds after he made this choice, he was already wearing it, having used his magic to transform Sans’ ordinary clothes into something more his style. He was now wearing an unbuttoned bright cyan and purple jacket, which had a white stripe with a cyan squiggle in the middle, a pink collared shirt, and some ridiculously bright cyan and green shorts, which had some zippers across them that were completely functionless unless you wanted to remove the bottom half of the shorts for some reason. Fresh sensed his host’s mind cloud with confusion as he attempted to make sense of the absurd change.

Fresh strolls outside and looks around with satisfaction at another day with no one suspecting a thing. He waved to a couple  of Snowdin’s residents as he makes his way over to where he had noticed a camera before. It wants everyone to see want it has planned, so checking for the camera is important. Happy that the camera seems to be in working order, he creates a portal to the ruins, where Toriel should be.

“Oh! Hello there! I wasn’t expecting a visitor. How did you get in here?” Toriel said kindly.

“Hey Toriel.” Fresh rasped, a threatening edge to his friendly act.

Before Toriel had time to react, Fresh leaped out and grabbed her, quickly dragging her through the portal.

What was he doing? He had gotten himself behind the door and taken the lady. He knew her name. It disturbs you how much he knows.

“Hey Tori! C’mere for a sec!” It said, with a menacing edge to its voice.

“Where do you take me? Where am I?”

It yanked her towards its level, so that they were eye to eye. 

“Don’t worry about it,”

Suddenly, your body convulsed with a coughing fit. You hacked and coughed until your eyes watered, and you started you wonder if you were dying. Maybe that would be the best for everyone. Whatever it was planning would be stopped and you wouldn’t be in pain any more. But then, Toriel would never know that you were the talking to her through the door. She’d think you abandoned her. And broke your promise. Maybe she’d start to hate you. Not that what was happening right now wouldn’t make her hate you. 

With a final cough, distracting you from your panic, your body stills. And then you notice something lying in the snow. A bright, searing green thing.

Fresh almost laughs aloud, hearing his host’s thoughts spiral out of control, but manages to keep it down. He doesn’t want to ruin the tension he’s created in the air. Of course, he couldn’t help but push some of those thoughts into his host’s head after he heard the direction they were going. It was just too amusing to pass up. 

But now Fresh needed to focus. Picking up the lime parasite lying on the ground, he brought the squirming mass closer to Toriel.  Still holding firmly onto her shoulder, he placed it gently on her shoulder, giving it a small pat of encouragement.

You really wished you didn’t have to watch. Not that you even had a sliver of a choice. 

He made her like you. The thing that was standing there wasn’t your friend anymore.

It made your guts turn to see. You felt hollowed out. You could feel its excitement like it was your own.

“Hah, sweet! The parasite took to her.”

…if you had your thoughts interrupted by this annoying voice one more time!… you were briefly enraged, until you remembered it didn’t matter. You weren’t getting out of this one. You weren’t going to bother fighting back anymore. It was all just a waste of your time.

Fresh silently celebrated. They’d done it! Of course there was a little pushing on their part but Sans concluded this one all by himself! Finally, he had gotten a host to completely give up despite still physically having enough energy to keep going. This was a fun challenge to attempt. Fresh was quite glad they’d came up with it, and patted themselves on the back. Literally. Finally it could feel the sweet feeling of victory. It was a great feeling, warm in their chest, though brief. 

It always faded in the end, leaving him empty. 

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch5

Tw : mentions of things said in the last chapter.

"Jackie wake up!" Illiana exclaimed shaking the girl awake.

"Oh my god your awake , the doctors said you were most likely stressed out or somthin' ." Jackie rushed out.

"I feel fine." Illiana said stretching.

"I- you know while you were out social workers came." Jackie started to say.

"What,what did they say!" Illiama stammered.

"Don't stress yourself out, they said you could stay with me,your so called foster parents were gonna put you bsck into the system,came to visit too,but I stepped up." Jackie said as Illiana hugged her.

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"Why are they here?,why is HE here?" Illiana questioned pointing a finger at the Mayans.

"Dios, niña, nos tenías asustados, Ez tuvo que evitar que Jackie se lanzara contra el obispo." Hank said to the girl.

(Christ kid you had us scared, Ez had to hold Jackie back from lunging at bishop)

"Why do you guys care." Illiana said with narrowed eyes.

"Cause we fucking do." Bishop stated.

"Fuck you asshole!" She exclaimed flipping the bird.

"Because your family,you AND Jackie,your bishops kid,

hate him for all we care,but you two are under our protection." Ez explained.

Bishop glared,it was his kid,he made the mistake of not being a decent dad,he knows he had no right to treat her like that , but to keep her safe,he had to push her away.

"What the hell do you mean "under your protection" , the hell did you do now!?" Jackie said with a growl.

"Illiana is the kid of a former king,the ex president of our charter,your my old lady,the other charters also know that Illiana lives with you,so to them she's my kid,the kid of an ex king and adopted by another." Ez said with a shrug.

"The hell do you mean adopted?" Illiana said lookking towards Jackie.

"They didn't think I could care for you alone , So Ez stepped up,the ass said he was my fiance." Jackie said.

"Ain't you an ex con that shot a cop?,also WHAT?!" Illiana said before snapping her head towards Jackie.

The group gave her strange looks.

"And yes! I did my research on you numbnuts,speaking of which, dude did you really

piss in a water fountain?" She said looking towards Creeper.

"I was drunk!" He defended himself.

"I had a friend who was more than willing to help,speaking of pack your shit,your living with me." Ez said not skipping a beat.

"The hell we are!,and don't you live in that shitty trailer?" Jackie said getting in his face.

"I got a house, not too big or small." He stated grabbing her arm,The group and the two girls walked outside,the boys getting on their motorcycles.

"Get on,Illiana can ride with Angel." Ez said hand her a helmet.

"Hell no!,Illiana don't you dare get on that ,you barely got released!" Jackie said with her best mom look,damn she sounded like her bitch of a mother.

"Please,im wearing a helmet!" Illiana begged.

"For fuc- Fine,fine you win." Jackie said snatching the helmet from Ez.

"Move,im not riding bitch." Jackie said.

"Get on the damn bike Camila,do you even know how to ride one of these." Ez said raising a brow.

"Im not riding bitch,and yes I know how, Ezekiel." Jackie said matching his energy.

"por que tienes que ser tan dificil chica?" Ez said as the others started riding off.

(why do you have to be so difficult girl)

"I don't know, why do you think you can control me?,I mean you tell everyone im your old lady,when are you gonna learn nothing is ever gonna happen betweeen us,I mean seriously." She scoffed getting on,His hands on her waist.

"Move those hands any higher,I'll push you off." Jackie muttered.

"Were did you learn to speak spanish?" He asked changing the topic,truth is she's so diffrent,than gabby,than sofia,than emily,it scares him.

"Stanford,on a scholorship,got kicked out for beating up a chick for talking shit,still a little rusty."

She explained starting to drive.

"I went to stanford too,killed a cop,ruined my chance,you know there was a fight now that I remember,but for some reason its unclear,which it strange for me." Ez said , his hands tracing shapes on her waist.

"Yeah your brother said you were smart,suprising, he also said you remember everything." Jackie said pulling up to the clubhouse.

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"This is-how'd you afford this?, Ez this is- how much drugs did you sell,who'd you kill,oh my god!,you totally paid off your so called friend so we could adopt Illiana." Jacke rambled as the young teen ran around the house.

"It's awsome!" Illiana said hugging Ez and then rushing upstairs.

Well Jackie's not wrong , working in the drug trade with Soledad was a good pay.

"I have no Idea what your talking about." Ez said grabbing her hand.

"This is our room." Ez said as they entered the decent sized room,luckily it had two beds.

"Why do you have to stay in here." Jackie said raising a brow.

"Illiana needs her own space,Its only two bedrooms,plus there are two closets in here,one for you , and one for me,plus easier access to get to you and Illiana in case somthing happens." Ez said leaning against the wall.

"I-you,jesus im taking a nice - HEY! I was going in there!" Jackie exclaimed as Ez blocked off the restroom.

"I need to talk to you about somthing,Me and Angel found some of your old police reports,we read em'." Ez said as Jackie's face fell.

"You read my Police reports?!,you saw shit you shouldn't have!" Jackie said pushing him.

"Yes I was Abused,yes my step dad did shit to me,yes my ex pushed me down the stairs,what the hell do you want from me goddammit!,you help adopt a kid together,say we're engaged,said im your old lady!,why whats so special about me!?" Jackie said.

A kiss on her lips snapped her out of her rage as she fell to the floor, tears flowing,memories coming back.

"Hey,hey,shit!,im sorry I didn't mean to make you cry." Ez said cradling her in his arms.

"Shut the fuck up!,for once just shut up,why does every man think they can control me,why Ez!,how come you act so sweet and than get so dark,is it being the president of the gang?" Jackie cried.

"Club,and I can't say anything,but I liked you the moment you stepped into the clubhouse,i had to have you,you were so different." Ez explained feeling her hand grip his kutte.

"Im not yours to have,or own,or break,you want me?,fucking show me like a damn man and not a little boy wearing a crown too heavy for his head." Jackie said wiping her face.

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Illiana is okay,Ez and Jackie kissed,their relationship is slowly getting there,Ez has to show her he isn't like all the men of her past.

also bishop is an ass, to him, pushing Illiana away is to keep her safe,but in reallity its stressful and painful for her because she just wanted a father.

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[stuniolvs]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ matthew sturniolo

summary.) you and matt have been enemies since sophomore year. what will happen when you two go to a party together?

warnings.) descriptions of being sick.

you’re currently getting ready to go to a party with the triplets you put on a simple dress, converse, and curl your hair. 8:54, the clock reads, nick said that he’d be here around 9.

you’ve known the triplets since freshman year but every time you see matt he’s rude to you.

its always some snarky comment about your looks or how you’re ’so annoying'

on cue, you hear matt honk outside and you hop in the car next to nick. you are about to thank matt for picking you up before he says.

“dont you think your hair is a bit much?” he mumbles, although you can hear it very clearly.

you look down at your lap and fiddle with your fingers, you then start trying to fix your hair, flattening it.

“y/n, your hair looks pretty” nick says smiling at you.

“thank you” i smile but still feeling hurt by matts comment. ive always felt just a little bit different about matt.

i used to talk to him all the time, we were best friends and then at the start of sophomore year he just ghosted me.

‘sweetheart’ he used to call me.

you exit the car arms linked with nick. “i like your shirt chris!” you compliment looking down at his camo shirt.

“thank you, y/n/n. i love your dress.” he says. you nod at him, smiling entering the house.

matt clenches his jaw hearing chris compliment you. he quickly relaxes when he sees you biting your lip. he immediately remembers how one of the first things you bonded over was your anxiety and you told him that you always bite your lip when you're nervous.

he walks behind you just to make sure no one gets too close to you.

as you guys go and get water you feel a small pain in your stomach. you can’t tell if its from anxiety, sickness, or both.

after about 45 minutes of wandering around, talking to a couple people before settling on a couch.

your next to matt with nick on the other side.

“no, yeah” you hear the random guy say, ryan, you think his name was. “hold on, im gonna go re-fill my drink” chris says. “me too.” nick and ryan say at the same time as they all leave.

you and matt sit on the couch as there’s like a hundred people surrounding you slowly getting more, and more stuffy.

you start to feel really nervous, your stomach hurts and you have anxiety with means you also have anxiety about your stomach hurting which makes it hurt more.

“matt?” you whisper. “what?” he snaps. his eyes softening when he sees your nervous state. you pull your feet up to your chest, pulling down your dress.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” you hear him whisper. he places his hand on your back rubbing his thumb softly over the fabric of your dress.

your heart start beating rapidly. “i dont feel good matt, my stomach hurts and my anxiety is bad which is making my stomach hurt"

“im sorry,” he pulls you to his side wrapping his arm around you. “im so sorry about everything y/n. i dont know what i was thinking. over freshman year i started to like ou and then i got scared to i started being rude. im so stupid and i should’ve never done tha-“ he’s cut off by you hugging him landing on his lap. “im in love with you sweetheart” he confesses.

your heart pounds “im in love with you matt.” you speak, he blushes, tucking his head into your neck.

“does this mean im your boyfriend?” he asks “ do you want to be my boyfriend?” “of course” he flushes. “then yes.” you kiss him on the forehead “i wanna kiss you really bad but im 100% sick, my head is pounding.” you admit.

he kisses your temple and pulls back to kiss your stomach. he places a soft hand on the back of your head pushing you into his chest. “rest for a second sweetheart. im gonna text chris and nick.” he says, you nod.

after a couple minutes he lifts you from your thighs caring you to the car while you slightly regain consciousness. “mm-baby, where?” you ask, he blushes at the nickname.

“chris and nick are gonna get an uber, lets get you home so i can take care of you.” he states, setting you in the passenger seat.

once you get back to the house he sets you in his bed. he then grabs sweatpants and a t-shirt of his to change into.

“one sec, im gonna go get some stuff.” he says through the bathroom door.

he comes back with medicine, water, and your favorite blanket you always use when you come over. you're just standing there unsure what to do.

he sets the stuff down and picks you up laying on the opposite side of the bed that he lays on.

you take the medicine then he tucks the blanket around you then he puts his duvet over you.

“will you lay with me?” you ask “of course, if you want.” “please do,” you say.

he changes into sweatpants and a hoodie, in front of you. you blush. he climbs into bed pulling you to his chest.

he pulls you in, cupping you cheeks. as your lips meet the kiss is soft and passionate expression so many emotions. after a couple of minutes he pulls back “why the fuck did you just kiss me? im sick.” you respond. “im sleeping in the same bed as you, its inevitable.” he states, smiling.

“i love you sweetheart"

[willowwrestles]

Never had Willow felt more nervous and excited than she had been as she sat in the front seat of Jamie's car. Surrounded by the girls that loved her, Willow was better than she had been in weeks. Finally, this would all be over in a matter of minutes.

The life that she desperately misses is going right back to normal. She just had to do this quick little thing. She needed to get the drop on Rex Lawless. He's manipulated and toyed with her long enough. Now, it was Willow's turn and she had back up.

"Could we run through the plan again?" Roxanne asks. "Okay, so im gonna go in there, in fifteen minutes I'm gonna send you girls the signal, you guys come in, we kick his ass, and then leave. Megan and Jamie you're gonna help me, Roxanne you stay in the car and be the getaways driver, Kim and Skye I'm going to need to comfort after all this. Be prepared."  Willow breaks it down.

"Got it." Roxanne nods. Willow nods in response watching all the girls nod in agreement. "Alright. I'm going in. Wish me luck girls." Willow warns before opening up the front door of the car.

She grabs her purse and walks to Rex apartment. It was game time.

Fear over takes Willow's body as she finally makes into Rex's building. She couldn't give up now. She had come too far now to stop. Willow makes it to his door and knocks. Within seconds, Lawless opens sporting a proud grin.

"Well hello there. Don't you look nice." He compliments. It was strange to hear him sound like a decent human being. "Thank you." Willow replies nervously. "Come in and make yourself at home. I want you as comfortable as possible tonight." He invited.

Willow nodded and walked inside the apartment. "Can I get you anything?" He asks as Willow has a seat on his couch. "Do you have any wine?" She asks. "You're gonna have water. You need to be present." Lawless corrected her. "No, I'm gonna have wine." Willow fought him back.

It was silly to fight him over wine but she needed to buy just a few more minutes before she told him what she knew. "You don't. I know you've forgotten what it's like to be with a respectable person.  You're not drinking." Lawless shook his head.

That lit a match in Willow. "Respectable person?" She snapped. "Yeah. Not like Price basically." He shrugged. "There's nothing wrong with Alec." Willow defended. Lawless stares at her dumbfounded. "Yes there is. He's aggressive, he thinks he's better than everybody, he's an ass, and let's face it he's not the sharpest tool in the shed." He lists off.

Every last one of them raising Willow's ire. "A lot better than you." She shot back. "Oh? And how's he better than me?" He asked. Willow cocks her head to the side with narrow eyes. "Well for starters he's never forced me into a showmance over a signature." Willow reminded.

"Right but you were his side piece." Lawless noted as Willow's continues to rise. "I was but you know what? That turned into a real relationship. With a house, a dog, and a future. Another way Alec is better than you is he's never choked me out and left unconscious for a hour." Willow is almost at her tipping point.

"Would you get over that? I said I was sorry." He shrugs, turning his back to go grab water. "No I will not get over that because yeah you said sorry but that was after you pretended like nothing happened." Willow scoffs disgustedly.

"I just think you were being overdramatic. It wasn't that bad." Lawless shook his head. Willow was five seconds shy of losing her cool. "Yes it was. Add that plus all the lectures when I would do something you didn't like." She reminds.

"Sorry I made you act like a lady." Lawless rolled his eyes. This causes Willow to snap up from the couch. "A lady? I don't need you of all people telling me how to act like a lady. You don't pay me, you're not fucking me, and you didn't raise me. You have no right to tell me how to act." Her voices raises.

She's tried so hard to keep her composure but she can't anymore. "Yet your parents have no problem with me doing it. Now if you don't have anything else to say, why don't you be a good girl and we can get this started." He offers.

Willow's eyes widen at this idiotic display. She's about to answer before remembering she's got an ace in the hole. "Actually I do have something to say." Willow smirks. Lawless's face shriveled in confusion. "What?" He asks.

"Did you really think I wasn't gonna find out that you signed the papers so ready?" She grills. Confusion turns blank. "What are you talking about?" He shakes his head as if Willow was crazy. "The final check papers. Darlene called and told me I can pick the check up tomorrow." Willow explains as she takes a step closer to him.

"She's lying." He tries to say. "What does she have to lie about, Rex?" Willow asks. "She just wants a sale." He shrugs. "Let it go, Lawless. It's over. You are done making me feel powerless. And this is over." Willow growls, her voice overflowing with finality.

She grabs her phone and send out the signal to Megan and Jamie. The room is quiet as Lawless seems to be searching for what to say. Guess words weren't enough because next thing Willow knew Lawless grabbed her by the back of her dress and slammed her against the wall.

"You motherfucker." Willow groans, her back arching in pain. Lawless has his hands on her shoulders. "This isn't over until I say it's over you little fucking whore. You've played with me long enough. You think your bastard hood rat of a-" He's cut off as a cracking sound is heard from behind him.

Willow looks up seeing Jamie holding a chair and Megan holding a bat. She was saved. "Thank God." She sighs as she gets off the wall, still in pain.

[volosdarling]

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FINALLY RESPONDING TO MY PILE OF ANCIENT ASKS ➣ LINK TO THE ORIGINAL ASK GAME~ [I'LL BE ANSWERING WITH VOLO AND I IN THE MODERN DAY ^o^b]

🏝️ [BEACH DATE] ~ What’s your favorite season to do fun things in? What about your F/O’s? MY FAV SEASON TO GO ON DATES OR DO THINGS IN GENERAL IS SPRING BC IT IS RIGHT AFTER THE DEPRESSING COLD OF WINTER SO I FEEL GOOD ABOUT GOING OUTSIDE & LESS DREAD IN GENERAL! LIKE GOING ON WALKS TO GET TREATS... OR LOOKING AT CHERRY BLOSSOM TREES AND ALL THAT GAY STUFF. I THINK VOLO WOULD PREFER THE WINTER BC IT REMINDS HIM OF OUR TIME IN HISUI. THE COLD IS NOSTALGIC EVEN IF ITS UNCOMFORTABLE. HE'D WANT TO GO SEE SOME ODD SIGHTS WITH ME IN THE MOST HORRID WEATHER AND I WOULD SAY YES BECAUSE WARMING UP AFTERWARDS FEELS GOOD (EVEN THOUGH I HATE WINTER I THINK IT WOULDNT BE SO BAD GOING OUTSIDE MY HOUSE IF IT WERE WITH HIM =u=..)

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🥒 [SPA DATE] ~ How do you and your F/O relax after a stressful day? PERSONALLY I PREFER TO JUST CURL UP IN BED AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES. I THINK VOLO WOULDN'T BE TOO INTO GAMING HIMSELF UNLESS IT WERE A SPECIFIC TYPE OF GAME (MAYBE MINECRAFT?) BUT HE WOULD LAY WITH ME AND CLOSE HIS EYES OR WATCH WHAT IM DOING LAZILY. THIS AND ROMANTIC BATHS.......... WITH THE FANCY SHIT U SPRINKLE IN THE WATER TO LOOK LIKE PETALS. I HAVE TO DO THIS LIKE TWICE A MONTH TO KEEP FROM SNAPPING AND I THINK MAKING IT A COUPLES ACTIVITY WOULD RULE

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🛍️ [SHOPPING DATE] ~ If you could have one item of your F/O’s in real life, what would you want? Or, if you do have an item of theirs irl, tell us about it! I GUESS ID LOVE 2 HAVE THE PENDANT THAT HE WEARS IN HIS SINNOH OUTFIT.

I ALREADY BOUGHT THE HAT THEY WERE SELLING AS PART OF THE HISUI MERCH BUT IT'S ACTUALLY GINTER'S HAT (HIS HAS A BADGE ON THE FRONT THAT VOLO DOESN'T HAVE =.=) AND ITS SUPER WAY TOO BIG AND FLOPPY FOR A HUMAN TO FEASIBLY WEAR AS PART OF ANY NORMAL OUTFIT SO IDK WHAT TO DO WITH IT. VOLO'S PENDANT IS SOMETHING I COULD WEAR EVERY DAY UNDER MY SHIRT... IT WOULD B RIGHT NEXT 2 MY HEART. ISNT THAT CUTE AWW (CROWD AWW SFX)

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WHEW THE REST OF THESE ARE GOING ONA QUEUE TO AVOID SPAM LOL. I ACTUALLY LOVE DOING ASK GAMES & ANSWERING GENERAL QUESTIONS EVEN THO I PUT IT OFF SO MORE ASKS R ALWAYS WELCOME ^-^

[izzysdiary003]

h’s last night.

npg (or npc as she said) fun but friends vibes, greggs and walking around - nice we can walk for hours and not run out of things to say. i don’t even remember what we spoke about on way back via archway.

i love the neighbourhood. oh to live there eventually. small world that she’s so close to where we lived.

stopped by her mums house for her to get me her suetonius (gift from olivia to her originally 💀), i met jordan peterson the huge cat. nice house.

the apartment was cute, small, dad vibes. i liked the balcony. her dad was interesting to meet (unofficially)- hulkingly tall new zealander who came home drunk and offered to make us breakfast

someone gifted him biltong at his work xmas party. i like the way he talks to h.

she made her bbq sauce quesadilla thing, i had toast. headache due to dehydration but lay on sofa spooning/always lying on one another.

watched bridget jones 2 (classic) and then 2 eps of crown- princess margaret’s death made me CRY. was wondering if we would get intimate but decided to let her make the moves. i liked that i was comfortable to let the night take its course.

uquizzes and pinterest stalking in bed. blue moon cup which she got me full of water. snapping lucy and giggling. cuddling. just as we started to get bored i did a quiz where i said i liked her nose. it’s asymmetric, she said. i got close to look and we started to kiss.

fuck she is hot. it’s not often that i can get turned on just lying next to someone imagining what we could do to each other. i’m so glad she likes grinding making out like i do. the skin against skin, needy movements.

when i’d come and we were gna do more, just as i was taking her shirt off, dad arrived home earlier than expected

lots of for fucks sakes etc. funny but irritating.

cuddling and more chatting. time wasting.

then we got again eventually. i really enjoyed it; sex w her isn’t stressful. her fingers on my clit didnt feel amazing, a bit jabby, but fuck were they good inside me. lips on neck, lips on her tits.

my favourite memory is her hands sliding into my pants and her giving a little gasp. she told me how wet i was. i’m not surprised. i fingered her too, rough and intense. we were so tangled up in each other that sometimes i couldn’t get the right angle but it was so good it didn’t matter. at one point we were fingering one another at the same time.

we had to try not to be loud, and sometimes she had to cover my mouth even. she choked me while i touched her. i love to look in her eyes while we’re making out, while we’re fucking each other. the occasional glance at her face while we adjust our stupid hair.

we stopped eventually bc it was loud and her dad was around. she said later that she wished her dad hadn’t shown up tho- nice to know she wanted more.

naked cuddling as per. she has the most gorgeous body i’ve ever seen and i love to hold her. i love her holding me.

funny mix of coupley and casual. this girl made sure if we saw each other again it wasn’t romantic (applause for good communication) but imagine lying in bed w her as the big spoon and feeling her randomly reach in to plant little kisses on my back, my shoulders, top of my head.

she said that she would have made out w me when she came to visit at somerville. me too, i realised. and at rag ball she said- tho i wouldn’t have then, i was genuinely angry, unless she initiated.

we spent some time going over old ground, talking abt how things went between us etc.

but it was all easy, playful even. i said, and i think it’s true, that im so much more relaxed about her now.

as we finally got to bed, 330isj after much delay, she kept breaking sleepy silence with little comments or giggles to herself which i asked about. i didn’t want her to stop talking. a couple of typical hannah things - like oh you want to do this every so often to get rid of your touch starved-ness etc. a little annoying but i don’t even mind really. i felt very content, and tho the not romantic clarification stung a tiny bit i just really enjoyed the moment of lying together.

nights sleep was broken but nice, as it is when you’re topless and cuddling. woke up exhausted w time to kill so spent an hour in bed watching reels, then had toast and took off.

kissed before leaving, but what struck me was the massive tight hug i got. i hope not too aggressively friendzoney? i got the ‘see you at uni’ line. but truly the evening was amazing. if we can do sth like that every once in a while i’d be happy. friends w bens would suit me, even if i walked away feeling more for her than i’m supposed to.

cute texting this pm- come back, i miss you in my bed, my personal heater etc. it makes me feel nice. i’m sad it’s over. Even if, as emmy said, i cant give her all my trust.